Tears of the Sun Capilla del Monte, Argentina This is the Stream, where sunlight engages a million bubbles and calls each one home, for a moment, until each bubble sings its infinitesimally brief elegy before bursting into a tear, returning, its sequence complete, to flow further into the southern arms of Autumn in the sierras, of consciousness. This is the Stream, of stones bathing naked at the afternoon's foreclosure, rinsing free from a day of colours ever on the wing, beneath three bridges that pursue the mountain chapel, where grace is evidence of a fallen tree, bursting with the green of life, despite its roots upended by the wear and tear of seasons upon the soil, upon the shores, of consciousness, Where golden leaves express their final opinions of the grazing sun. ! Copyright 2007, Tom Radzienda. !